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