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