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