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