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