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