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