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