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