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