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