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