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