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