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