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