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