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