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