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