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