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