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