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