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