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