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