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