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