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