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