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