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