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