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