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