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