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