Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.

Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.

Killing or vivifying is in these hands.

He dies, I die - Where can we meet?

Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.

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

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

One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.

Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.

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.

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

Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.

Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!

Worldly passions inseparable from satori.

Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?

Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?

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

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.

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

From the origins nothing exists.

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

From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.

No ugliness in a loved child.

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

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

Fire is hot; water, cold.

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

Walking is Zen; sitting, too.

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

Once you preach, the point is gone.

Spring comes: grass grows.

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

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

Seek satori within yourself! Where else?

Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.

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

Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?

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

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

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

Ordinary mind is the Way.

When cold say cold; When hot say hot.

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

Watch your own steps!

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

No good thought, no evil thought.

It rains: the earth wet.

Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.

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