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