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