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