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