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