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