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