Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
No ugliness in a loved child.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
From the origins nothing exists.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
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.
Watch your own steps!
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
It rains: the earth wet.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Every Saturday 05 pm.