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