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