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