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