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