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