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