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