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