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