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