Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.

Ordinary mind is the Way.

No good thought, no evil thought.

Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!

From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.

Worldly passions inseparable from satori.

From the origins nothing exists.

Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?

Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!

Once you preach, the point is gone.

One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.

Seek satori within yourself! Where else?

Spring comes: grass grows.

The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.

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.

Watch your own steps!

With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.

However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.

Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.

Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.

Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.

Fire is hot; water, cold.

Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.

Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .

When cold say cold; When hot say hot.

Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!

It rains: the earth wet.

Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?

Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.

Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.

Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.

Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.

A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.

Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.

Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?

What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?

One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.

Killing or vivifying is in these hands.

Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.

Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?

He dies, I die - Where can we meet?

A hungry dog bites a dry bone.

Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.

Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.

The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.

Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.

Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.

Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.

To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?

No ugliness in a loved child.