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