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