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

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.

Walking is Zen; sitting, too.

Spring comes: grass grows.

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

Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.

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

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

Worldly passions inseparable from satori.

Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.

Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!

No ugliness in a loved child.

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

Once you preach, the point is gone.

One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.

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

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

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

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

Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.

Seek satori within yourself! Where else?

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

Ordinary mind is the Way.

A hungry dog bites a dry bone.

Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?

It rains: the earth wet.

Watch your own steps!

Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.

The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.

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

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

When cold say cold; When hot say hot.

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

Killing or vivifying is in these hands.

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

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

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

Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.

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

Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?

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

From the origins nothing exists.

Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.

He dies, I die - Where can we meet?

Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?

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

From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.

Fire is hot; water, cold.

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

No good thought, no evil thought.