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