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