A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
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.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
From the origins nothing exists.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Spring comes: grass grows.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Watch your own steps!
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
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.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
It rains: the earth wet.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.