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