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