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