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