Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Watch your own steps!
Fire is hot; water, cold.
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.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
From the origins nothing exists.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Spring comes: grass grows.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
No ugliness in a loved child.
It rains: the earth wet.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.