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