Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
From the origins nothing exists.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Watch your own steps!
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
It rains: the earth wet.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
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.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Once you preach, the point is gone.