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