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