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