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