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