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