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