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