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