Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Fire is hot; water, cold.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
It rains: the earth wet.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
From the origins nothing exists.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
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.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Ordinary mind is the Way.
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.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Watch your own steps!