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