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