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