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