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