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