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