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