Once you preach, the point is gone.
No good thought, no evil thought.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Watch your own steps!
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
It rains: the earth wet.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
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.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
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.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
From the origins nothing exists.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.