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