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