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