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