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