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