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