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