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