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