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