Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
No ugliness in a loved child.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
From the origins nothing exists.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
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.
Spring comes: grass grows.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
It rains: the earth wet.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Watch your own steps!
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Ordinary mind is the Way.