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