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