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