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