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