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