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