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