Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Watch your own steps!
From the origins nothing exists.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Ordinary mind is the Way.
It rains: the earth wet.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
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 . . .
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.