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