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