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