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