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