Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Watch your own steps!
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
It rains: the earth wet.
Spring comes: grass grows.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
From the origins nothing exists.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
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.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!