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