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