With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
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.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
It rains: the earth wet.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Watch your own steps!
No ugliness in a loved child.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
From the origins nothing exists.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
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 . . .
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.