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