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