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