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