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