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