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