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