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