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