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