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