No ugliness in a loved child.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
From the origins nothing exists.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
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.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Watch your own steps!
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
It rains: the earth wet.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?