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