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