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