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