Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
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.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Spring comes: grass grows.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
From the origins nothing exists.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
No ugliness in a loved child.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
It rains: the earth wet.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Fire is hot; water, cold.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Watch your own steps!
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.