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