Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Spring comes: grass grows.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Watch your own steps!
No good thought, no evil thought.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
It rains: the earth wet.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
From the origins nothing exists.
No ugliness in a loved child.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
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.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.