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