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