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