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