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