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