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