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