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