A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
It rains: the earth wet.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
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.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
No good thought, no evil thought.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
From the origins nothing exists.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Watch your own steps!
Ordinary mind is the Way.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Spring comes: grass grows.