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