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