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