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