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