Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
No good thought, no evil thought.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Spring comes: grass grows.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
It rains: the earth wet.
From the origins nothing exists.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Watch your own steps!
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
No ugliness in a loved child.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
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.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.