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