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