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