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