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