Once you preach, the point is gone.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Spring comes: grass grows.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
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.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
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.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Watch your own steps!
It rains: the earth wet.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
No ugliness in a loved child.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.