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