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