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