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