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