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