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