Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Once you preach, the point is gone.
From the origins nothing exists.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
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.
Watch your own steps!
It rains: the earth wet.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
No ugliness in a loved child.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.