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