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