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