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