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