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