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