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