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