Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
It rains: the earth wet.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Watch your own steps!
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
No good thought, no evil thought.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Once you preach, the point is gone.
From the origins nothing exists.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
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.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.