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

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

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

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.

A hungry dog bites a dry bone.

Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.

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

From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.

Ordinary mind is the Way.

Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.

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

Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.

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!

Worldly passions inseparable from satori.

When cold say cold; When hot say hot.

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

Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?

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

Fire is hot; water, cold.

Watch your own steps!

Once you preach, the point is gone.

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

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

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

Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?

Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!

Seek satori within yourself! Where else?

Killing or vivifying is in these hands.

Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.

One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.

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

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

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

Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?

Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.

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

It rains: the earth wet.

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

Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.

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

No good thought, no evil thought.

He dies, I die - Where can we meet?

From the origins nothing exists.

Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.

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

Spring comes: grass grows.

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

No ugliness in a loved child.

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