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