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