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