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