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