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