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