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