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