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