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