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