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