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