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