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