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