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