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