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