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