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