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