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