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