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