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