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