Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
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.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
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.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Watch your own steps!
It rains: the earth wet.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Ordinary mind is the Way.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
From the origins nothing exists.
No ugliness in a loved child.
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.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Spring comes: grass grows.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.