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