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