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