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