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