Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
From the origins nothing exists.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
No ugliness in a loved child.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Watch your own steps!
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
It rains: the earth wet.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
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.
Spring comes: grass grows.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.