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