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