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