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