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