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