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