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