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