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