Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?

Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.

Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.

The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.

Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?

Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.

A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.

When cold say cold; When hot say hot.

Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.

It rains: the earth wet.

He dies, I die - Where can we meet?

Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.

Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.

With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.

A hungry dog bites a dry bone.

Walking is Zen; sitting, too.

One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.

Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!

No good thought, no evil thought.

To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?

Spring comes: grass grows.

Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.

Fire is hot; water, cold.

Killing or vivifying is in these hands.

Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?

Ordinary mind is the Way.

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.

Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.

Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.

Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?

No ugliness in a loved child.

Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.

Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .

Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.

Once you preach, the point is gone.

Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.

One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.

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.

Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.

Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!

Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?

Seek satori within yourself! Where else?

Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.

From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.

Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.

What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?

The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.

From the origins nothing exists.