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