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