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