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