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