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