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