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