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