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