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