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