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