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