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