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