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