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