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