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