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