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