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