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