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