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