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