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