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