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