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