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