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