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