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