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