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