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