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