Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Spring comes: grass grows.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
From the origins nothing exists.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Watch your own steps!
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
No good thought, no evil thought.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
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.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
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.
It rains: the earth wet.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.