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