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