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