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