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