Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
No ugliness in a loved child.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
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?
No good thought, no evil thought.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
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.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
It rains: the earth wet.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
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.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
From the origins nothing exists.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Watch your own steps!
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Spring comes: grass grows.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!