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