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