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