No ugliness in a loved child.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Spring comes: grass grows.
It rains: the earth wet.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
From the origins nothing exists.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Once you preach, the point is gone.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
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.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
No good thought, no evil thought.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Watch your own steps!
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.