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