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