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