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