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