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