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