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