No ugliness in a loved child.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Spring comes: grass grows.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
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.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
From the origins nothing exists.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Watch your own steps!
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
It rains: the earth wet.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
No good thought, no evil thought.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!