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