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