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