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