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