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