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