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