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