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