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