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