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