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