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