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