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