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