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