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