Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Spring comes: grass grows.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
No good thought, no evil thought.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Watch your own steps!
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
It rains: the earth wet.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Fire is hot; water, cold.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
From the origins nothing exists.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
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.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.