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