A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Watch your own steps!
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
No good thought, no evil thought.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
It rains: the earth wet.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
All things that exist are like a dream, a phantom, a bubble, a reflection; they are like dew or lightning; thus should you view them.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
From the origins nothing exists.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
No ugliness in a loved child.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.