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