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