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