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