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