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