Seek satori within yourself! Where else?

Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.

A hungry dog bites a dry bone.

Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?

Killing or vivifying is in these hands.

From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.

Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.

Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.

To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?

Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?

Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?

One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.

Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?

He dies, I die - Where can we meet?

When cold say cold; When hot say hot.

Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!

Once you preach, the point is gone.

A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.

Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.

Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?

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.

The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.

Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.

The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.

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.

Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.

Spring comes: grass grows.

Walking is Zen; sitting, too.

Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!

No ugliness in a loved child.

Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!

Ordinary mind is the Way.

Watch your own steps!

Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.

Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.

Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.

Worldly passions inseparable from satori.

No good thought, no evil thought.

Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.

With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.

Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.

Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.

One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.

From the origins nothing exists.

It rains: the earth wet.

Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.

Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.

Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .