Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
From the origins nothing exists.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Watch your own steps!
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?
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
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.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
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.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
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?
Spring comes: grass grows.
It rains: the earth wet.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
No good thought, no evil thought.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Ordinary mind is the Way.