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