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