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