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