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