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