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