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