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