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