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