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