Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
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.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Spring comes: grass grows.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
No good thought, no evil thought.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
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.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Watch your own steps!
From the origins nothing exists.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
It rains: the earth wet.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.