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