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