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