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