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