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