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