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