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