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