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