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