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