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