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