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