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