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