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