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