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