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