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