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