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