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