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