A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
From the origins nothing exists.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
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.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
No good thought, no evil thought.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Spring comes: grass grows.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Watch your own steps!
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
It rains: the earth wet.