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