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