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