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