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