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