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