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