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