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