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