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