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