Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!

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.

Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.

Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?

It rains: the earth wet.

Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.

Walking is Zen; sitting, too.

Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?

Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.

No ugliness in a loved child.

Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.

From the origins nothing exists.

Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.

He dies, I die - Where can we meet?

Watch your own steps!

Once you preach, the point is gone.

Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.

Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?

One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.

Fire is hot; water, cold.

A hungry dog bites a dry bone.

What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?

With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.

Killing or vivifying is in these hands.

Ordinary mind is the Way.

Seek satori within yourself! Where else?

Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.

Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.

From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.

Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.

Spring comes: grass grows.

Worldly passions inseparable from satori.

Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!

Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.

Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?

Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.

Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .

Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.

Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!

A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.

No good thought, no evil thought.

To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?

However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.

Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.

Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?

Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.

Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.

The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.

The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.

One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.