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