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