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