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