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