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