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