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