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