Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
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.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
No ugliness in a loved child.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
From the origins nothing exists.
No good thought, no evil thought.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Watch your own steps!
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
It rains: the earth wet.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!