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