Once you preach, the point is gone.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
From the origins nothing exists.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
It rains: the earth wet.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
No ugliness in a loved child.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Watch your own steps!
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
No good thought, no evil thought.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.