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