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