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