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