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