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