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