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