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