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