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