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