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