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