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