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