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