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