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