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