Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.

Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.

Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.

Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.

Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.

What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?

He dies, I die - Where can we meet?

The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.

Once you preach, the point is gone.

Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.

Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.

One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.

Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.

Watch your own steps!

Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.

Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!

Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.

Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?

Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.

It rains: the earth wet.

Ordinary mind is the Way.

Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?

With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.

Killing or vivifying is in these hands.

Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?

A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.

Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!

No good thought, no evil thought.

Spring comes: grass grows.

Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?

Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.

To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?

From the origins nothing exists.

Worldly passions inseparable from satori.

From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.

Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?

Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.

When cold say cold; When hot say hot.

A hungry dog bites a dry bone.

Walking is Zen; sitting, too.

Fire is hot; water, cold.

However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.

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.

Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.

Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .

Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.

Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.

One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.

Seek satori within yourself! Where else?

No ugliness in a loved child.