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