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