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