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