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