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