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