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