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