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