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