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