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