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