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