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