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