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