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