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