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