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