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