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