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