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