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