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