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