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