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