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