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