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