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