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