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