Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
No ugliness in a loved child.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
From the origins nothing exists.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
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 comes: grass grows.
It rains: the earth wet.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Watch your own steps!
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
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.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.