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