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