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