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