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