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