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