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