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