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