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