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