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