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