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