Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
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 . . .
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
It rains: the earth wet.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Watch your own steps!
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Spring comes: grass grows.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
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!
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
From the origins nothing exists.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.