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