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