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