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