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