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