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