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