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