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