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