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