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