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