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