Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Watch your own steps!
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
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.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
It rains: the earth wet.
No ugliness in a loved child.
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 . . .
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
From the origins nothing exists.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.