No ugliness in a loved child.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
From the origins nothing exists.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
It rains: the earth wet.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
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.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
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 . . .
Watch your own steps!
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
As soon possible!