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