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