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