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