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