With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
From the origins nothing exists.
It rains: the earth wet.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
No good thought, no evil thought.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
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.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Watch your own steps!
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Ordinary mind is the Way.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!