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