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