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