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