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