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