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