Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.

Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.

With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.

Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?

Spring comes: grass grows.

Watch your own steps!

Seek satori within yourself! Where else?

Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.

Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.

From the origins nothing exists.

Once you preach, the point is gone.

The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.

Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.

Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.

Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.

From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.

No good thought, no evil thought.

Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?

Worldly passions inseparable from satori.

Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.

Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!

Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.

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.

A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.

Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.

Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.

One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.

Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!

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?

When cold say cold; When hot say hot.

Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?

A hungry dog bites a dry bone.

No ugliness in a loved child.

It rains: the earth wet.

Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.

Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.

Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.

He dies, I die - Where can we meet?

Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?

Ordinary mind is the Way.

One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.

Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .

Fire is hot; water, cold.

What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?

Killing or vivifying is in these hands.

Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?

However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.

Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!

Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.