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