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