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