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