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