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