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?
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
It rains: the earth wet.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Watch your own steps!
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
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?
From the origins nothing exists.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Spring comes: grass grows.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
No ugliness in a loved child.