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