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