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