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