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