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