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