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