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