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