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