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