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