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